Interstate by Beaver Lyrics

Falling asleep the heat of midday
Falling asleep I'm drifting away

Time and again
Weightlessness a matter of perception
Time and again
Thoughtlessness reaches near perfection

Out of the flames leave this wreckage behind
Out of the flames here's a state I don't mind

Time and again
Weightlessness a matter of perception
Time and again
Thoughtlessness reaches near perfection
A resurrection